Zukhovsky was not drawn in by the scramble of activity that greeted the Imperials arrival in system. He was, as usual, outnumbered by the cretin hoards of a tinpot leader, but he also knew that this tinpot leader had had luck on his side many times.

And as those Demosthesians had found out the hard way.

How could those idiots lose a craft like that?

Valentin had remembered the night he had first been told of the Jutraals capturing a twillight, he had already spent much too much time in the officers mess that night, and had literally pissed himself laughing. Whether the urine was a result of excessive alcohol consumption, a weak bladder or laughter is the subject of much speculation amongst the rank and file of the taskforce. Most had served with the Commodore before, and he had provided them with ample proof that he could handle both alcohol and any situation that presented itself. He had been to that state of inebriation with his men before and he knew that he had their respect, irregardless of what happened off the battlefield.

"Engines to full reverse. Ships maintain vigil. Gunnery Officer, statistics please."

The Gunny spoke precisely, stating the fleet remained over 4 kilometres out of the projected scramble range of any Twil craft. Zukhovsky nodded, accepting that the statement appeared correct as he looked over his TAC. The estimated positions of the shrouds were shown by grey scale representations of the craft cruising quickly towards their predetermined positions.

Suddenly Zukhovsky began to pace slowly, walking a visably worn path on the floor.

"Jettison our garbage..."

A lieutenant looked over confused. "Sir?"

Valentin looked up irritably, angry at having to explain itself.

"Get the tractor beams commanders here on the double. I'll explain this once and only once..."

Aboard the cloaked yacht, Tequila Sunrise, entering Despayres atmosphere.

The ship had broken away from its 'escort' as soon as possible, the ships pilots guiding the craft with a skill that surprised Lupercus. When he had procured the ship, it had been very tempremental regarding who piloted it, but the two New Order pilots had done extremely well. Around him, Lupercus could see some of the Sith meditating, including his apprentices, Kaine and Cole. As he watched them meditate, some on the future, some on the past and some on their very surroundings, Lupercus swore he could feel a voice, slightly menacing, echoing through the chants and general noise that swirled about when this number of Sith gathered together.

If have no life but only goals,
how very empty is my soul?
It is a soul that feels no thrill,
it is a soul that could easily kill.

Banishing the faint words with a decisive focus of his mind, Lupercus swore he could hear them continue on faintly, just to annoy him, knowing it would bring him to at least a state of irritation, something Lupercus had long controled unless fighting or doing something fun. He never lead with his Anger, otherwise he would have long charged in to kill his brother and usurp the throne that he knew should have been his. Suddenly he could feel all the qualms and problems in his life rise up, seeming to manifest themselves for a moment physically, before Lupercus fought himself under control. As he did, he swore once again that he could hear that very same faint laughter.

Suddenly he could hear the copilot speaking through the tinny comlink.

We're about 100m off the ground, landing in our RV point. This is where you come where you've finished, got it?

Lupercus smiled, his worries melting as words of impending slaughter were spoken by a male surrounded by men, an equal but not. He quickly retreived his gear, hidden in the same pack he had carried on Naboo and in Otah Gunga. He had never tired of telling that story, and had his quests would have long been board of it did it not also come with a few retreived security tapes from the wreakage as well as Lupercus' implant. They had gotten a 1st person view of the entire event as it happened, the death of Vonta Horn being a crowd pleaser whenever it was played. Chuckling, Lupercus dropped the pack to his side before speaking, the ship itself merely completing its descent.

"Right, a few ground rules, this is my party and if you don't play nice, you don't get any cake.

One, don't @#%$ up. You get caught, i sure as hell aren't coming back for you, and if someone does, i ain't waiting for them.

Two, stick together. The fleet should have just come in above us, meaning they know we're here. I'm head to a radar transmiting station slightly up the road if anyone wishes to join before continueing on.

And three, don't waste time on the innocents...

...At least not yet.

And anyway, military guys fight back and isn't that just so much more fun?"

His speech over, timed to perfection, the durasteel door dropped behind him, revealing a slight clearing leader to the road.

"Remember kids, there are explosive and weapon kits stashed here, so take them before you leave, lets make this messy..."

The crowd hooted, breaking off passed Lupercus towards the general direction of the radar station. That mild peice of subliminal direction was his work, he wanted desperately to have some fun with that station, but as he left he couldn't help but wonder what that voice was. Well, what it was wasn't something Lupercus cared about, just what it was doing. But as he ran to catch the others, Lupercus wasn't surprised to hear faint singing from the depths of the thin forrest.

I am intrinsically no good,
I have a heart thats made of wood.
And i'm only bidding time,
only reciting memorised lines.

"All ships, back off. Hold position outside the Imperial fleet's weapon range." Logan told the battle coordinator.

The Imperial fleet had abruptly stopped and were maintaining position several kilometers from the Twilight screen Logan had put up. He had fought the Empire before, but he had never seen an attacking fleet somply halt their advance. They had lost the element of surprise, but the Empire was also known for also creatng and implementing unusual tactics. Logan had seen it before, and he was not about to be taken by surprise this time.

"All ships, stay alert. Prepare evasive patterns to use if necessary. Load all missile and torpedo tubes and charge all weapons" He said in the fleet-wide communications unit. Then he switched the frequency so he could speak to the captains of the Twilight-class light cruisers.

"You are going to be divided into halves. Here are your new assignments" He said to the Twilight captains, as he signaled to the battle coordinator who punched in several different commands that went directly to each of the Twilights. The captains acknowledged Logan and then the comm went silent.

Suddenly eight of of the Twilights, half of the force, wheeled to starboard and the other eight wheeled around to port. Both halves sped away from the Imperial-Jutraalian standoff. Leaving the rest of the Jutraalian fleet to defend Despayre. Logan nodded in satisfaction, things were going good...so far.

The Empire has no reason to be here. They have no right to be here. They have no right to bully other star systems around, as they had been doing since the rise of Palpatine. Power is not gained by intimidation and force alone, neither is victory.

Logan stalked to the front of the bridge, stopping close to the forward viewports. The Twilights continued their flight to either side, giving the Imperials an easy shot at the remaining Jutraalian forces.

Come on...come on... Logan thought to himself.

Come on...

Lupercus' words held little meaning to Chikami.

Things had changed, but even the Sith Knight wasn't sure of how much had changed.

As the cargo bay door finally opened Chikami stood up slowly without a care in the world. Walking forward Chikami grabbed a bag of explosives and slung it over his shoulder. Searching out Lupercus' mind through the force Chikami sent him a message as he walked off the ship.

1.) I'm not here to babysit some apprentice.
2.) It would take an army to stop me, let alone catch me.
3.) I will kill anything that gets in my way innocent or not.
And finally have some fun with this.

His message sent Chikami took off runnning into the forest but more appropriately towards the city. It had been far to long since he had been part of good bloodbath and Chikami had no intention of missing out on this one.

(This message was left blank)

One ISDII destroyer capital ship-Vader

Timeline-3 hours ago


The stars blurred past the three massive ships. In the lead was the ISDII Vader. Within it held a new breed of sith. An order which had secretly been building it's self into power. The Dark Circle was reborn. And with it was Malice Draclau and Velil Xcannoth. The three Triumvirate members and rulers of the order. Under them was the new Dark lord of the Sith Sedriss Sadow. Decendant from Naga Sadow. Below him, were many well trained lords, masters, knights, and deciples.

Recently, the order had decided to capture all these other darksiders claiming to be sith. Running around the galaxy, killing aimlessly and without purpose. Giving all sith a bad name. The Dark Circle took this as a slap in the face and is now taking action. Their first targets would be the sith of The Naboo Sith Order. Of which they have gotten wind that they would be going to Despayre.

So now, the sith of the Dark Circle were on there way. In Hyperspace at the moment. But, within a few hours they would arrive. Malice all the while was sitting in a meditative state. Through the force, even this far away he could feel them. His former sith brothers and former deciples. Chikami, Perrin, and Lupercus. All were once allies with him when he was at The Naboo Sith Order.

But now. So much has changed. They would see Malice like they have never seen him before. And when Malice sees them, it will not be a friendly visit or to remenice about the past. The demon sith master would go and do what he has to do there. For the sake of the order. As well as for the honor of the sith.


3 Hours later-Present time

The TDC fleet was suddenly awake and running about. As reports from navigatons crew confirmed that they were about to exit hyperspace. Coming out of his meditative state, Malice looked over at his fellow sith Velil. The white mask of the demon sith concealing his grin.

*And so it begins. Soon all will know of us. And in time, fear....us*

The speeding stars slowed done. Becoming once again stationary. As the fleet arrived out of hyperspace. Malice looked out of the front viewport of the ISDII. Infront of them was the Imperial fleet. a mere 50m infront of them to be exact. Looking to one of the communications crew, Malice spoke to him.

*Open a link with the Jutraliaan fleet. Tell them we have not come to do harm to them. Only to assult the sith that have allied themselves with the Imperials*

"Yes sir"


With that said, he looked once more at Velil.

*I believe it is your turn to take over now Velil*

Malice motioned towards the enemy fleet of emperials. Noting that should they end up fighting them up here, Velil would have to take control. As Malice never did like fighting in space. His taste was on the ground amongst the chaos.


OOC: Fleet Manifest

1 ISDII- Ragnos
1 Defender class destroyer- Sadow
1 Victory Class Destroyer- Vader

6,ooo Massassi warriors (on board the destroyers)

Emerging from his meditation chamber, deep within the bowels of the ISDII- Ragnos, the dark lord quickly made his way to the bridge, seething with an uncontrollable fury. His black mind knew of the infidels which awaited them; poor pathetic fools who now disgraced the darkside of the force with their heresy.

His two loyal massassi guards followed closely behind, giving him ample space, while simultaneously looking for traitors and defilers. Inwardly, they worshipped Sedriss, for he was the spitting image of his forefather, Naga Sadow, master of all the massassi.

His very soul shook with hatred, almost as if an internal explosion had occured, slowly spiraling to an immense supernova of rage. His eyes spotted a massassi neglecting his duties, too concerned with his movements. With a flick of his wrist the warrior flew into the far wall, filling the room with the sick sound of broken bones. Speaking in the natives tongue he ordered for the piece of slime to removed from his sight.

The door to the bridge slid open, revealing the Triumvirate, the black prophets of the Dark Circle. The tall dark lord strode boldly, pushing aside warriors and slaves, anxious to begin this cleansing of the sith ranks. His deadly eyes dripped venom, as he began to make his mind known.

It seems the time draws near. I can sense the foul stench of these defilers and heretics. The sith have risen again and the Dark Circle dictates the way of the order, not these fools.

Cracking his fist on a command station he let his voice become even deadlier.

Tell me, who shall I deal death to on this day of glory?

It was happening. A shift in the darkside of the force told Perrin that something was happening.

The scales were tipping and with it everything that once held definition for him.

The action of the Naboo Sith Order was something personal. Lupercus' design having specific purpose.

There was no grand galactic scale to their action for their destiny had already been forged with the Empire. To attack one was to attack the other.

Any other interpretation was meaningless.


For the Sith were always a powerhungry lot. Always ignorning what was always in front of them.

Failure.


The Sith Empire of old was dead and buried but there were still fools living desiring to breath life back into bones turned to dust.

Idiots!

Seeking greater personal glory though claiming for the whole. His former master was like that. Claimed fealty to TNSO only to turn his back on the whole in favor of the one.

Personal power. Personal glory.

And now, with his petty ships, he comes to the whole. Perrin thought sardonically, reading the changes in the force.

He feels threatened.


And then Perrin laughed out loud startling someone nearby.


He could sense the other's mind far off. He could sense the reasonings for his former master was indeed powerful. The eminations were not very hard to interpret.

Malice.

Of course Perrin, not matching the other's strength could not puncture through the aura of power to even send his former master a force message and therefore doubted the turncoat could even notice him through his own self aggrandizing.


"So, your worried about us killing aimlessly and without purpose." Perrin mused to himself.

Their last action together had been on Naboo destroying the Jedi's grasp severing their link with the Republic. Obviously that grand purpose was too subtle for the former Master to see.

Perhaps he was blinded by his own aimless killing and spreading of destruction.

So, after that act that won them the capital of their enemies, this was their first act as a group.

And someone feels threatened.

In itself, such people suddenly became nothing in Perrin's eyes. For what was the one emotion that spurs one to feel threatened?


None other than..


Fear.


The newcomers stink of fear, masked only by their self deluding dreams of the grand.


No.. there would be no reminiscence of the past for Malice had shed his vestiments of power.

He had taken the fool's quest.

And, having it all, his fingers clung desperately fearing it would all slip away.


All this under the shroud of some dead Sith's words that some now felt a burning need to worship.


Always hoping for a ressurrection of the past. Never their minds on the future. That will be their undoing.


The other's were coming closer, their hungering minds trained not on the Imperials so much as them. Massassi minds.. though how many he couldn't be sure.

Such a large concentration of raw power. It would be very hard to miss even for a Jedi.

Were these newcomers hoping to save this Fearsons? A Jedi?

One might think their actions were coincidental but then, that one would be a fool for there were no coincidences in the galaxy.

At least Perrin didn't believe in them.


So these new fools actually "care" what these Jedi think of them?

These fools actually "care" how they are viewed in a galaxy that would see all Sith dead?

And if they do win the galaxy, do they wish for the adoration and love of the people too? Perrin laughed a second time at his own thoughts.

"One might think them Jedi."


He sent a message to Chikami and Lupercus knowing full well that they too would sense this disturbance that was coming for them.

How many and in what strength he really didn't know but then again, it really didn't matter.

He spoke into a commlink with deliberation, "My brothers, it seems we are to have guests. No doubt they might hide themselves from us using pathetic force cloaks or force masks, as many who have fear do. They may also have guards with them, another mark of their fear...

Shall we show them what having the power of the darkside really means?"

It would not be hard either, for there was no fear in the Naboo Sith Order.

“Interesting.”

“What’s that?”

Theren pointed to the Holonet news feed, featuring a scan from some sort of archaic sensor purchased by a Despayre news broadcasting station, likely from a military surplus of some sort. It showed another group of vessels having moved into the system, a smaller group of craft featuring but three Star Destroyers.

Tornel raised an eyebrow at it. “They’re not on our side.”

“No, they’re not.”

“Who are they?”

Theren shrugged. “How the fuck should I know?” He picked up his commlink, barking into it, “Maal. Get in here.”

Only thirty seconds later, Tiarn Maal rushed into the small room, quickly shutting the door. The presence of the two Imperial officers there was of the utmost secret, known only to Maal. “Hello, good sirs. I trust you’re well?”

Theren ignored his quick attempt at pleasantry. “We have some new friends in the system. I want one of your people – I am sure you have at least one capable of it – to intercept the transmissions from those vessels. I want to know who they are.”

“Yes. Absolutely.” The money had, evidently, lulled Maal into a sense of servitude to the two Imperial officials.

“I’m going to give the order in the next three minutes.” Theren pointed to the tactical map and the set of broadcasting equipment that had been set at one side of the room. “And you are going to be in here, relaying our orders.”

Maal frowned. “You don’t want to give them yourself?”

“My presence has been a secret until now, and it’s going to stay secret. Don’t question my orders,” Theren warned, and Maal, immediately cowed by even the slightest intimidation from his source of funding, nodded respectfully.

The fool had absolutely no idea what Theren had planned. Then again, no one did; not Imperial command, no one. Only Tornel had the slightest clue, and he only knew what he’d gleaned from Theren’s vague allusions to the culmination of his plan.

The minutes ticked away. Finally, the commodore gestured to the broadcasting equipment. “Order the first team to mobilize. Secretly. No violence, no weapons. Understood?”

“Shouldn’t we move the rest of them first? Use the chaos as a cover?”

Theren glared at him. “No, you idiot. Why would we bring down an entire planet’s worth of security forces on us?”



Aleks Veneer had always been a fighter, a warrior. When he was fifteen, his father had taken him to become a part of his illustrious clan; this, after the Imperial occupation of the planet but before the Rogue Empire’s invasion. Since then, he’d lived life as a soldier, fighting in one war after another.

In the end, he didn’t care about justice or morality. It was the combat, the struggle of it, that he lived for; not the reward. But, in time, most men came to a point where they needed to, simply put, pay the bills. With no wars left to fight under Jutraalian rule, and no end of this lack of chaos in site, he had nothing to live for, but a family to feed. Now, he calmly moved down the street, a blaster tucked away behind his back, another of his team’s members across the street. The order had been received a few minutes before.

There were twelve of them, in all, spread out and moving quickly. Security would be tight, but then, he didn’t plan on leaving alive. The money would find its way to his loved ones when he was dead.

OOC: I’ll warn you now: if you manage to discover twelve men spread out over a few city blocks walking around, I’m afraid that’ll be what we call “god moding”…

Malice could wait no longer. Velil was too busy thinking. The overlord turned to the dark lord Sedriss.

*Sedriss, i want you to mobilize the ships. Get them ready to attack, or to be attacked. I shall send word to the Jutraliaan fleet why we have come*

Looking towards one of the communications crew, Malice noded his head. Immediatly, the crewmen scrambled over the computers. Establishing contact with the Jutraliaans Capital ship. Once through, Malice began to speak. An image of him would appear in the Jutraliaan fleet's control room.

*Greetings Jutraliaan fleet. I am Malice Draclau. Overlord of The Dark Circle. We have come here for one reason. I sense, through the force, that sith of another group have landed on your planet. We want those sith. If needed, our ships shall help you against the ones you face now. We have 30 thousand Massassi warriors aboard our vessels ready to be deployed onto your planet. Once there, we shall search out these sith and destroy them. As such, we request to land our troops, and ourselves onto your planet. We shall not attack any of your property or buildings once we have landed*

With that said, Malice awaited for a reply. Meanwhile, he reached out with the force. His mind searching over the planet. He could feel the sith there. Searching for one, Malice sent him a force message.


(Chikami, it has been a while. I wonder, have you gotten stronger since we last have seen each other. The answer to this question shall be answered once i have arrived on planet to meet you. That is, if your not scared to face me Chikami)

Malice didn't need to tell him who he was. His former deciple should know good and well who it was that spoke to him.

Chikami stopped dead in his tracks as he neared the edge of the forest. He could see the town, but something else invaded upon his mind.

Chikami felt outward until he found his former master.

*Ahh Malice, nice of you to crawl out of your hiding place, and you brought friends. Well its just going to be one big party down here. Come face me you'll find that I have not been slacking in my training. It shouldn't be too hard to find me...just follow the screams of the innocent!*

With that 'said' Chikami strode into the middle of town to the bazaar. With a flurry of swings Chikami had loosed a dozen Thermal Detonators upon the bazaar.

tick...tick...tick...BOOM!

The bodies of the innocent flew helplessly with the blast spraying their pieces upon the walls. The first blood of the day had been shed, and it would not be the last.

Chikami grinned as blood splattered upon his cloak, and face. Throwing off the cloak Chikami waited in his bloody arena for Malice to come.